Total pages in book: 174
Estimated words: 172061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 574(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 172061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 574(@300wpm)
What I could offer and what I could give her.
So, I eased down onto my knees on the rug and slipped my arms under her legs, hands gripping onto the outside of her thighs.
Thighs that quaked.
“Oh, Cash, I…”
Redness flushed her cheeks, the girl squirming, for the barest beat going shy.
Couldn’t stop the smirk that hitched at the side of my mouth. This foreign feeling taking me over.
“Don’t get shy on me now. I’m going to make you come apart, Little Wallflower. Going to make you feel so good that you forget everything but my name and the fact that I’m the only one who can make you feel this way. Then you’ll be begging me again and again.”
Fuck. I shouldn’t be telling her these things. Shouldn’t be thinking of all the ways I wanted to rip her to pieces. Ways I wanted to shatter her then put her back together.
But with Daisy, the words got loose of their trap.
“I’ve always been begging for you.” It was a plea that dripped from her mouth.
Greed clamoring through my insides, I dipped in and dragged my tongue through her folds and up to her swollen, aching clit.
She nearly hit the roof, and she clutched onto my hair. Hanging on as if it was the only thing that kept her from floating away.
“Oh, Cash, yes, I…” Incoherent words toppled from her on a stream, and I tucked myself closer so I could devour her cunt the way I’d been dying to do.
The taste of her flooded my senses as I licked deep into her slit. A field of flowers and something far more decadent.
The scent of her went straight to my dick. My cock so hard I thought I was going to pass out.
I licked and lapped and drove her toward ecstasy.
Rasps panted from her mouth, and those dainty hands tugged at my hair to the point of pain.
Sharp spikes of pleasure that shot down the back of my neck and rippled down my spine.
My balls tugging in a greed there was no chance I could satisfy.
But I was going to give it to her. This woman who stole a part of me what felt like a million years ago and had never given it back.
My heart ravaged in my chest as I wolfed down her delicious cunt. Eating her long and deep before I lapped up so I could get to her engorged clit.
A delirious mewl crawled out of her, and I eased back enough so I could stuff two digits into her pussy.
Her walls clamped down. “Cash.”
“You like that? Did you need it? Did you need me to take care of this gorgeous body?”
I began to drive them deep. Fucking her with my fingers as I dove back in to lick her into oblivion.
She clawed at me as if I were her rock.
As if I were a haven rather than a messenger of death.
But you could be sure that’s what I was going to be when it came to the monster who was after her.
She rasped my name like a chant. “Cash. Cash.”
“I’ve got you,” I mumbled into her heat.
Her muscles tightened and coiled.
And I could feel her.
On the brink of bliss.
And the whole fucking problem was I was right there, too. Hovering at the edge of impossibility. A place where I could never rest.
I drove my fingers deeper and harder as she tugged violently at my hair. Pants and pleas ripped from her mouth as pleasure gathered around her like the sun gathering on the horizon.
Could feel when the first rays climbed over the peak. Girl breaking apart and spikes of light streaking through the room.
Blinding.
Disorienting.
The need that I felt.
Something so much bigger than I could ever allow myself.
The walls of her pussy spasmed around my fingers as she continued to rip and tear at my hair. Like somewhere inside her, she knew how desperately I needed to feel.
I wanted the burn and the pain and the realness of what she was. So, I sucked it down for as long as I could, drawing her pleasure out.
Her body twitched and shook as the orgasm flickered and danced through every cell of her being.
She was gasping when I slowly edged back.
On my knees staring up at the angel who’d somehow shown up at my door.
My torment.
My grief.
The last fucking beat of my mangled heart.
Tenderness filled her features as she struggled to get her breath. To come back down from the delusion where I wanted us to stay.
“You good?” The question was hard, though my palms were soft as I ran them up and down the outside of her legs, needing to make sure that I hadn’t pushed her too far.
With a trembling hand, she reached out and brushed her fingertips down my cheek. “Nothing has ever felt better than that. Never. Not once in my life.”